McKinley Halls -CHAPTER 2

By Klainer0801

*I don not own Glee or any of the characters* - I wish :)

I would appreciate any reviews guys! Hope you enjoy :P My first time writing any smut so don't judge too harshly ;)

Kurt felt his heart shatter as he realised the look in Blaine's eyes was not one of remorse or shame but one of pride and spite. That look… accompanied by his stupid smirk.

Kurt turned on his heel and ran towards his car, tears streaming. He had no idea why he was crying. It's not as if they had anything going on, Blaine had only kissed him. He couldn't like him anyway; he was the Bad boy of McKinley High.

Maybe it was because it was Kurt's first proper kiss with another boy, but he couldn't put into words how amazing that one kiss had felt. 'No wonder' he thought 'he obviously gets enough practice!'

He took one last glance at Blaine, only to see him and Santana going at it again. Her shirt had literally been ripped open by Blaine now. Kurt scoffed and slammed his car door as he clambered in. Forcefully, he slammed the heel of his hand into his steering wheel making his horn blast out.

He startled and pressed his foot to the accelerator. He drove towards the school gates as quickly as he could, noting that the pair making out had finally split apart.

He had just reached the exit when he heard a deep shout from the school building: "what's the matter Hummel? You think I was all yours?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed, that smooth sexy voice of Blaine's angered him more than anything. Swerving round the corner, narrowly missing a lamppost, he turned the volume on his CD player up to the max.

"Fuck. Life." Kurt exclaimed as the song All By Myselfblasted out his speakers.

Kurt had to drive around his block a few times before he could face taking the dreaded steps into his house. He knew his father would attack him as soon as he saw the uncontrollable tears falling down Kurt's face.

Letting out a harsh sigh he climbed the stairs to his front door. He turned his key in the lock and stepped inside carefully.

"Hey Kurt, you're a bit late tonight aren't y- Kurt?" Finn greeted Kurt, a worried expression creeping onto his face.

"Oh god, not you as well." Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.

Burt Hummel staggered into the kitchen where they were stood and opened his mouth to question Kurt about being so late. When saw Kurt stood there his expression dropped.

"Dad, I know you love me but please just leave me alone to sort this myself now." Kurt said, not thinking for one moment that his father would actually oblige to his wishes.

"KURT? What's the matter? Was it those bullies again? Right, were going to the school, come on!" Burt replied, getting more livid by the second. He went to grab Kurt's wrist to pull him outside.

Kurt pulled back away. "Dad! Please stop jumping to conclusions every time something bad happens" he directed at father.

A few awkward glances were exchanged between Finn and Burt before Kurt's dad opened his mouth to speak again.

Kurt interrupted, "And no dad, I will not tell you what has happened, there's not a lot you can do. Sorry."

He stormed off up the stairs to his room before he could be questioned any further. Why did this all have to happen? Screaming silently in his head, Kurt pulled his phone out and dialled Mercede's number.

"Hey Kurt what's up?" Kurt was relieved to see she was free to talk.

"Can we talk Mercedes? I've – I've got a slight dilemma…"

"If those jeans were clinging to your ass any tighter, I don't reckon there would be much point in wearing them." Blaine said suggestively after letting out a long low whistle.

"Fuck off Anderson. Thought you were all straight now?" Kurt snapped, keeping his gaze on the corridor ahead as Blaine moved to walk next to him.

"So because I have sex with girls too that makes me straight?"

Kurt pulled a face of utmost disgust, "I can't believe you just admitted to me you had sex with Santana. That's disgusting."

Blaine laughed out loud at this, drawing several suspicious glances from other students as they walked down the hall. "Alright little virgin queen, want me to prove how gay I am? I'll keep it on the down low after I've pounded into your ass if that's what you want."

"Honestly, you need to work on your basic social skills if you ever want to get any of this in future." Kurt replied, gesturing to his body.

"Hummel, I don't need permission… You'll come running sooner or later, desperate for more."

Kurt grimaced at the way he over-pronounced the word 'desperate' in such a patronizing way as they both stepped into their French class.

"WHAT? It was Blaine's fault I was late! He wouldn't even let me past him in the corridor!"

"Ok, detention for both of you then. Friday night. You can clear the music room, there's so much stuff left in there from the last show." Mrs. Thompson said, clearly disinterested in what Kurt had to say.

"Miss, I don't think that's a good idea." Kurt said, almost pleading with her.

"That's final Kurt."

Kurt had managed to get through the whole day fine, up to 5th period where Blaine had stopped him in the corridor trying to push him against the lockers again. He forced his way out of the boys grip and into his English class but he had still managed to turn up late.

Kurt left the classroom and headed for his locker fuming at Blaine for putting him in detention. Now he had to spend his Friday night cleaning the music room with a boy he detested. Wait… JUST the boy he detested.

"Oh SHIT" Kurt hissed out, Miss Pillsbury giving him a warning look as she walked joyfully past.

He was going to be alone with the boy for at least 3 hours judging by the state of the music room. Kurt didn't want to think about what could potentially happen in that time with the constantly horny teenager.

"Heard we got detention together on Friday. Nice one Hummel." Came the voice of Blaine along with a hard slap to his ass.

No matter how hard Kurt wished the days would drag on longer they seemed to fly by so fast, muddling into one great blur.

It was last lesson on Friday and Blaine had been murmuring his plans for them into his ear for the whole lesson. Whispers of "I want you bent over that piano so bad" or "I can't wait to fuck your mouth on the stage while you moan up at me" seriously did not help his concentration with the tricky maths equations they had been given. The scary thing was, he knew Blaine was being serious.

The bell rang out and Kurt swore he could feel it actually rip through his skin as he thought about where he had to head now.

"Coming sexy?" Blaine said to Kurt with a wink. Just as he was leaving the room he added "You will be soon."

Kurt hated Blaine's stupid remarks he kept coming out with and packed his bag as slowly as he could.

When Kurt finally reached the music room after his extensive walk around the school, Blaine was sat on a chair at the back of the room, casually strumming a tune on a guitar.

"You haven't even started clearing up Blaine!" Kurt said in disbelief, dropping his bag by the door.

"What? You actually thought I was gonna clean up this shit?" Blaine replied with a small scornful laugh, now singing along with the tune he was playing.

I bet the neighbors know my name
Way you screamin scratchin yellin,
Bet the neighbors know my name
They be stressin while we sexin,
I bet the neighbors know my name
My name my name

Kurt knew exactly why Blaine was playing that song but was not about to give into what Blaine wanted. He walked over to the far corner and started stacking the chairs lying around.

He heard the guitar stop playing and froze in his tracks. Bad move. Blaine had noticed.

"Do I make you nervous Hummel?" he said seductively moving in closer to Kurt.

"In your dreams!" Kurt snorted as he picked up an old trumpet and moved to put it with the others.

"You're right. You're in my dreams every night. Lying beneath me, squirming and screaming my name. Would you like that Kurt?"

Kurt didn't even have a reply for that and only managed to let out a weak laugh. He cursed Blaine in his head and bent down to pick up a drumstick on the floor.

All at once Blaine had rushed over to him, placed his hands on Kurt's hips and pushed his own hips into his ass.

"Fuck off!" Kurt screamed as he turned around backhanded Blaine, hard across the face, making him stumble backwards slightly.

"Your one for playing dirty then eh? I'll show you dirty."

'Oh Shit' Kurt thought as Blaine walked slowly but hungrily towards him. 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit!'

Blaine pushed Kurt against the wall behind him, grabbed his wrists and pushed them high above his head. Kurt let out a little squeak in reply to the situation which Blaine just laughed at.

Kurt tilted his head back, knowing he shouldn't be doing this but damn it felt so good, he couldn't resist. Blaine bit down onto the crease in Kurt's neck and began sucking hard, leaving a dark purple bruise behind.

Kurt struggled against Blaine's grip on his wrists but the boy's strong masculine arms kept him right where he wanted him.

Blaine's teeth were now unbuttoning Kurt's shirt roughly and Kurt lost all concentration or worry about people walking in. He liked this. A lot.

Blaine had only undone 3 buttons when he became impatient and swiftly brought his arms down to rip open Kurt's shirt!

"Blaine this is new!" Kurt said trying to control his breathing.

"Shut up." Replied Blaine in a rough deep voice as he brought his mouth up to Kurt's. He didn't even have to search for permission this time. He was granted entrance straight away as Kurt slipped his tongue straight between Blaine's lips.

Their kissing was rough and needy and Kurt had to grab hold of Blaine's curls to stop himself from collapsing under the intense heat the pair were creating.

Suddenly Blaine's hand was moving down Kurt's stomach in the direction of his crotch. The question 'am I ready for this?' had barely entered Kurt's mind when Blaine's hand had plunged down and taken Kurt's cock in one.

Kurt had never experienced such a sensation before. Blaine was teasing the head of his cock slowly but then began stroking up and down, getting faster by the second. "Blaine, please!" Kurt cried out frantically.

"You like this then baby?" Blaine purred into Kurt's ear, stroking his back with his free hand.

A groan was all Kurt could give in reply, that was until it turned into a gasp.

Kurt closed his eyes in pleasure as Blaine swiftly moved his hand round to Kurt's ass and began stroking his entrance. He teased Kurt but didn't go any further, resisting Kurt's thrusts backwards trying to gain more.

"You know what I think Kurt?" Blaine didn't even wait for a reply "I think it's my turn before we get you too out of control."

Somewhere in the process Blaine had undone his trousers and they were now in a heap at his ankles. He grabbed Kurt's hair roughly and shoved him down onto his knees.

"Open your mouth, slut." Blaine said through his smirk.

Kurt went to reply with a bitchy comment but as soon as he went to speak, Blaine's enormous cock was thrust into his mouth. Kurt nearly gagged but Blaine began thrusting so hard Kurt could feel the tip against the back of his throat. Blaine was using his one hand to steady Kurt's head and made him tilt up so he could look him in the eye.

"OH GOD! DUDES, WHAT THE FUCK?" was shouted from the doorway. A voice Kurt knew all too well.

"Finn, what the hell are you doing here?" Kurt shouted in return, stammering to get up, while Blaine stood there, naked for all to see.

Finn covered his eyes while Blaine said "Come to watch the show? You can join if you'd like!"

Kurt hit Blaine in the chest making him double over as Finn spoke slowly through his hands that were covering his face: "Kurt. Dad's here to pick you up from detention. We're going. NOW."